if problems were just stones i would sit on the bank of a river and toss them in, one by one but even stones remain on river bottoms lasting through the tests of time if happy times were just stars i would sit in a moonlit field and give each one a memory but even stars die; forgotten after they fall from view if hopes were just moonbeams i would look to the sky and count on those beams to get me through the night but even moonbeams fade away into the reality of daylight if dreams were just blades of grass i'd water the lawn that is growing, thriving in my heart but even blades of grass get too tall and must be cut down
Reason for writing:
i've been staying home sick, and feeling very pessimistic. e-mail me with feed back if you want
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